a love letter to the bug that died in my hair

Dearest bug,

When you landed in my hair I knew instantly.
I tried to free you from the dense mesh by gently
shaking my head but failed.
Noticing the small protrusion against my scalp, I decided to let the
wind help remove you and I kept on biking.

We were on the east bank, and I turned all of my focus to
the task of getting to the st. paul campus.
We weaved and maneuvered our way onto the greenway that
connects the two cities.
The wind was steady and we continued into it for at
least a mile. I was pretty sure you were gone.

Triumphantly arriving at my destination, I proceeded into work.
And then I felt it.
The sweet buzz that was the tremor of your wings.
Over and over until I had to admit that you were still
there and that you were stuck.

I tried to get someone to help me free you so I wouldn't accidentally
kill you. We went outside. They were put off by touching my hair....
The trembling stopped so I guessed that you'd flown off.
Just to be sure, I entered the bathroom to see if I could find your exact location with the help of the mirror. No luck.
I started work and tried to forget you.
And then, another buzz!
But then, no more came.

An hour later your whisper of a body fell into my hand.
I brought you outside to the grass and dirt.

And that's how I experienced it, I wonder what it was like for you?

Sincerely,
with love,
Jenny